reinventing you | torian & reinhardt

r e i n h a r d t

Last year's celebration of Torian Vice as District Seven's victor (on my first try nonetheless) did not count. The festivities of the quell swindled the waves we crashed upon the Capitol's waters, mitigating them into childish ripples. Two years removed from the Games, now, and there was still so much to do! I knocked on his bedroom door seven times. It was either seven or ninety-four for our secret code, and ninety-four knocks might be too much.

I pull back and forth between the pages of my binder. They held outfit numerous outfit concepts, which was the whole reason I was at his doorstep today. He's no longer the little kid that I dressed up in my first year as head stylist for half of District Seven's entourage. And he's growing, too; that's both the exciting and urgent part. My measurements were constantly getting outdated by the spurts in Torian's height and the muscles he naturally gained and would continue to gain through his teenage years. Even his shoes!

That made today, and the 96th Games as a whole, the perfect opportunity to master the image and aesthetic of Torian Vice. I considered returning to his routes in the fantastical world of the Ninety-Fourth, find a way to bring back his antlers, but it dawned on me that Mackenzie had already taken up that lane. Maybe if it was one of the victors from a different district who were dissociated from the situation, but a fellow victor from Seven? No way. Not only would it make Torian look like a copycat, but it would tarnish my creative reputation as a whole. And that's not something I'm willing to give up.

"Torian? Torian! Hey, bud. You in there? It's almost time for our meeting!" I have a few things in mind for the celebrity Torian Vice if he ever opens the door. Flowers, a bit of light facial makeup combined with matching suits. And if he wants to stick to his intellectual roots, I have a few pairs of glasses ready for him to try on… little Smartie Pants! His IQ would probably cut mine in two. Whatever he wants to do, I'm here to make it happy… so long as he agrees to do something. "I'll be waiting out in the lobby." I made my way to the long sofa and laid each design concept onto the glass table.

Hopefully, Torian will find something he likes!